I haven't properly bathed since last Thursday.
You see, I had a little drip in the shower and the landlord's buddy came to fix it. Should have been a really simple job. He shut off the cold water (because that was the knob that needed fixing) and proceeded to try and remove the handle.
It wouldn't come off.
After a couple hours of messing with it, we gave up. I said "screw it, I can live with a little drip until we get someone else in here." So he went to go turn the cold water back on...
But it wouldn't come.
So now I have no cold water in my shower or my kitchen sink (thank god the toilet still works).
Another plumber came on Sunday saying he would have to cut a hole in the wall to fix it. Fine, whatever..cut a damn hole in the wall. He said he would have to get all the supplies and would be back today.
He never came.
Tomorrow plumber number three will (maybe?) come.
If you don't hear from me again, it's because the shower was never fixed and I ran screaming naked to the pond in Prospect Park for a bath and got arrested. I'll try not to drop the soap.
All because of a stupid little effin' drip.
You see, I had a little drip in the shower and the landlord's buddy came to fix it. Should have been a really simple job. He shut off the cold water (because that was the knob that needed fixing) and proceeded to try and remove the handle.
It wouldn't come off.
After a couple hours of messing with it, we gave up. I said "screw it, I can live with a little drip until we get someone else in here." So he went to go turn the cold water back on...
But it wouldn't come.
So now I have no cold water in my shower or my kitchen sink (thank god the toilet still works).
Another plumber came on Sunday saying he would have to cut a hole in the wall to fix it. Fine, whatever..cut a damn hole in the wall. He said he would have to get all the supplies and would be back today.
He never came.
Tomorrow plumber number three will (maybe?) come.
If you don't hear from me again, it's because the shower was never fixed and I ran screaming naked to the pond in Prospect Park for a bath and got arrested. I'll try not to drop the soap.
All because of a stupid little effin' drip.
Third time's the charm? Geez, I hope so! It will be a tragedy if they won't let you on your flight because, you know... well, there's the hair that is standing straight up from you head, just to start.
I feel like Peter Pan, but I do believe in plumbers, I do. I'm clapping my hands, he will be there, maybe even on time. And it will be fixed in no time. Maybe he won't even have to break your wall.
Meanwhile, I'm keeping everything possible crossed. xoxo